Through coasts unknown and valleys high, we see our shadows eye to eye.
When they fall, will we see, what our lives our hoped to be?
When the dagger comes, with piercing blade, through the flesh and out the way, will we see our dismay?
The question I leave you is but an answer in disguise, will we ever know what will make our demise?
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The Unknown
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